Seeker of Magnificent Peace…
September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments
…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant
“open your crown chakra,
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking
on loss
September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment
swimming into the space of without
having one fully there
and then not
you feel
so fully, and don’t believe
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do,
now,
that you’ve felt loss,
now
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more
thought
to think and if I’ll ever
be able to grasp
a moment of calm
when my mind isn’t
spinning
frantically in circles,
loss
that so fully awakens you
makes you
present, but oppressively
makes you
absent, presses every inch
of your mind, pulls every fiber
of your being apart, no matter who
made the decision
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so
ever
present, here
pulling your tendons in
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience
it gives
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart
tapping, lungs
gasping, feet
stepping, hands
typing
albeit
pounding,
sharply,
numbly,
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself
feel…
your mind
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells,
pieces of the earth
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul,
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so
deeply
reason
September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments
sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold
so, I write a poem
syzygy
August 21, 2017 § 1 Comment
how beautiful, syzygy, suddenly interrupts
calls down to us, longingly, please, look up!
turn eyes skyward, widen narrow slits
blink away blurred vision, clouded with grit
a ball of fire, 400 times more grand
a small moonrock in orbit, like a grain of sand
and our home, still searching to someday be whole
filled with life, love, wanderers, and lonely souls
is it astronomical the three should align?
or a prophecy defined by expanses of time?
it’s the call from inky seas, wherein mysteries lie
it’s the only way we’re here, the pull from the sky
it spins us in circles as time passes and thus
we’re aligned in the orbit as they call, look at us!
we appear to be different, they might explain
the sun with an incredible pulse that sustains
and the moon, shining only with the sun’s selfless light
that gives without taking, yielding depth to the night
making peaceful patterns as we sleep and we wake
in diligent duty, it only gives, never takes
the moon, it guards us in constant orbit
an incredible beacon, a silhouetted portrait
dependably circling as we pull it near
its loyal light a guide our planet holds dear
and our earth, the one so incredibly full
with the only beautiful form of life that we know
we are one, pulled together by forces of grand
mysteries floating within our expansive land
a sky, so filled with amazing unknowns
can’t you see, please, look up! we’re not so alone
we’re different, yes, but so very the same
three lost rocks wandering in a darkened plane
we’re in this so deeply, with the expanses above,
safely held in orbit by the gravity of love
syzygy pleads, please, open your mind!
the sun, the moon, the earth, all beautifully aligned,
can’t you see? we’re here, with love and with light
a calling from nature when day becomes night
a moment of peace in chaos and hurt
a call from the universe to our beautiful earth
it’s incredible, it’s here, it’s not yours or mine
it’s ours, it’s love, please value all humankind
shouting anthems of beauty, the universe interrupts
it’s light, it’s love, it’s ours,
please… look up…
perspective
April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.
like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate
through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes
into the sea
November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment
it’s a pull that feels like the tide
rushing backward into the sea, so quickly
that the seashell you reached for was overcome
by its grip and pulled with the foam
the sand and the brush, slipping
from your fingers backwards
into the sea
spoken word at the uptown arts bar
October 24, 2014 § 2 Comments
they stood beneath the spotlight
underneath the dancing dust
that drifted and fell in lazy patterns
and clung to their lashes like snow, yet they stared ahead
they stood beneath that heavy light
and took hazy swirls of smoke
upon their shoulders, they stood
so serenely
beneath the light that blinded
them from the crowd
they stood and spoke
in an effortless tongue that felt
and fell upon surrounding ears
and I could never see
myself in them. They were another species,
I, just a detached observer
taking in a spectacle,
like animals at the zoo.
they stood beneath the spotlight
that cast so much blinding light
onto every inch of who they were
and they couldn’t hide
behind the rusted microphone stand
and when they spoke
they were anything but caged
they were so
very, very free
depth
October 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
swimming
through shallow
pools,
it’s easy to get stuck,
perhaps your head
is at the surface
and you’re breathing,
like everyone else is,
but you’re
still.
diving
into open
waters, perhaps
it’s impossible
to tread or float or breathe
submerged in depths
you’ve never seen,
you may be all alone,
but at least you’re
moving.
pulse
August 7, 2014 § 3 Comments
if we repeated the same words
again and again, like heartbeats
keeping pace with life, like drumbeats
shouting above the melody,
calls of meaning and rushes of sound
that keep time with our rhythm
it’s like we want something to change
it’s like we need something to end
but those words just keep beating,
like my heart for you.
question
July 21, 2014 § 2 Comments
does anyone else
use their fingers to count each
haiku syllable?
ok good.
rosepoems 